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Robert 'Top' Thomas
"The Town Crier"
  1. Mississippi Quickie
  2. Blues Grass
  3. The Same Thing Could Happen to You
  4. Lazy Little Daisy
  5. King Snake Crawl
  6. Bad Seed
  7. What's the Matter Ma
  8. Sugar Shop
  9. YeeHaw Junction
  10. I'm a Freight Train
  11. Daddy's Gone
  12. The Town Crier
  13. It Aint Easy
 

Mississippi Quickie

I'm goin' to Mississippi, I'm goin' to get me a quickie; 
Got a long legged girl down there, make me squirm make my backbone square;
Tupelo is where I'll be, Twistin' and shoutin' and shakin' her tree;
She's tough as a gator and twice as strong, I'm goin' to the delta just to bang a gong; 

'Neath the 'nolias where the air is thick,
'Sippi woman better come real quick alright, alright; 
great gosh 'almighty lord it aint' no lie, long-legged woman'l do you right. 

I'm goin' to Mississippi, I'm goin' to get me a quickie; 
Got a long legged girl down there, make me squirm make my backbone square;
Tupelo is where I'll be, Twistin' and shoutin' and shakin' her tree;
She's tough as a gator and twice as strong, I'm goin' to the delta just to bang a gong; 

I'm goin' to Mississippi, I'm goin' to get me a quickie;
I'm goin' to Mississippi, I'm goin' to get me a quickie;
and here I go! 

Words and Music: Robert Thomas/Bob Greenlee



Blues Grass

Coin hard to come by, in this economy
Coin hard to come by, in this economy
But when I strike up that blues grass
Itís alright by me

Iíve got no use for bad news, hard times leave me alone
Ainít no news but bad news, everythingís all wrong
But when I strike up that blues grass, take me down home
(take me down home fellows, come on)
(now pass it along)

Things ainít lookin good, I canít pay my rent
I put my faith in God, not government
Coin hard to come by, in this economy
But when I strike up my blues grass, itís alright by me
Yes when I strike up my blues grass
Iím as happy as I can be.

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright© 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/BMI
 


The Same Thing Could Happen to You


No don't write your name on the jailhouse wall, those funny little signs I drew;
if you don't believe me what I say Lord the same thing could happen to you.

And when  you cut your toenails off, don't never put 'em in a crack; 
before you leave the jailhouse man, you gonna' meet yourself comin' back;

'Aw Shot got out, the other day, I told him to watch his self; 
but he wouldn't listen to what I say, he was back before he left. 

I know you think I'm crazy, but I do know that it's true; 
if you don't believe me, what I say, Lord the same thing could happen to you. 

Now when you see something not yours layin' 'round, it's best you leave it be;
if you pick it up, they gonna' catch you sure as hell
and you gonna' wind up in here with me;

I know you think I'm crazy, but I do know that it's true; 
if you don't believe me, what I say, Lord the same thing could happen to you. 

No don't write your name on the jailhouse wall, those funny little signs I drew;
if you don't believe me what I say Lord the same thing could happen to you.

Words and Music: Jerry West


 

Lazy Little Daisy

Listen up people I got to tell about my little Daisy; she ainít nothiní but lazy!

When I first met that gal of mine she had a lot of get up and go;
but as the years go passiní by, she ainít nothiní but slow.
Sheís so lazy; my do nothiní spouse, pure lazy, layiní around the house.
Sheíd better change her lazy ways, I might have to put her out, that lazy little Daisy of mine.

Now all she wants to do is watch TV and snack,
when sheís canít take another bite. Itís time for a nap.
Sheís so lazy, my do nothiní spouse, pure lazy, layiní around the house.
Sheíd better change her lazy ways or I might have to put her out, that lazy little Daisy of mine.

All the time..

I canít complain about the loviní when weíre shagginí in the sack,
she still do pretty good, lying flat on her back!
Sheís so lazy, my do nothiní spouse, pure lazy, layiní around the house.
Sheíd better change her lazy ways, I might have to put her out, that lazy little Daisy of mine

She better get her self together I just might have to put her out, that lazy little Daisy of mine. All the time. Lazy.

How could one woman be so lazy. My little daisy.

She better get her self together, I might have to put her out, that lazy little Daisy of mine.

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright© 02/13/2012 Stephen Leslie Dees Music
/BMI

 

King Snake Crawl

Now listen people, got a story to tell, about the midnight creeper, I once knew so well.
He had a deep fierce passion, for playiní the Blues.
Genuine and real, sure Ďnuff paid his dues.
Every night it was goiní down, he was haviní himself a ball.
Got his mojo workiní, doiní the King Snake crawl.

Now ďThin Maní Watts and Root Boy Slim stood tall with the creeper and bowed to no man.
Ronnie ĎByrdí Foster laid a mighty groove down. Warren King and Ace Moreland made a beautiful sound.
The hounds would be howlin, mule kickiní in the stall.
Got their mojo workiní doiní the King Snake crawl.

Take care when you enter, the old King Snakeís lair,
Make a left turní yaíll, at the top of the stairs
Haints in the house. They haunt everywhere.
Ghost of the Blues still playiní way up in there.
Eternal in their blue heaven. Haviní a super-natural ball.
They still got their mojo workiní, doiní the King Snake crawl. 

Crawl on.  

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Robert Thomas
Copyright © 05/31/2012 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Robert Thomas/BMI


 

Bad Seed

I heard what you did, down in old Madrid
The way you hurt that boy, I could have swore he was dead
And his sister too, you had to further your thirst
Is it just a habit, were you born with a curse? 

And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted?
Youíre the bad seed, youíre the bad seed. Stop your messiní with me.
Youíre the bad seed. Wonít you get back home, leave me alone; bad seed.

The seeds that you sew, you plant so low
With deceit and deception, you need some correction
When something is lost itís then that you gain
Down a trail of confusion, an alley of pain

And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted?
Youíre the bad seed, youíre the bad seed. Stop your messiní with me.
Youíre the bad seed. Wonít you get back home and leave me alone; bad seed. 

I never knew someone could be so mean
Youíre the devils spawn, cold blooded serpentine
From the root of evil, in a cold dark past|
Youíre the cool deceiver with the spell that you cast 

Why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted?
Youíre the bad seed, youíre the bad seed. Stop your messiní with me.
Youíre the bad seed. Wonít you get back home, leave me alone; bad seed.

Youíre the bad seed, youíre the bad seed. Baby stop your messiní with me.
Youíre the bad seed. Wonít you get back home, leave me alone; bad seed.
 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2005 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI



What's the Matter Ma

Howdy Pa, whatís the matter Pa?
Ainít got the money for the mortgage on the farm.
Ainít got the money for the mortgage on the farm. 

Hey there Ma whatís the matter Ma?
Ainít got food for to feed your family.
Ainít got food for to feed your family. 

Hey there sister whatís the matter girl?
Ainít got shoes to put on your bare feet.
Ainít got shoes for your tired bare feet. 

Hey now brother whatís the matter bro?
Ainít got gas for to fill your car.
Ainít got gas for to fill your car.
Without no gas you ainít goiní to far.
You ainít got gas for to fill your car. 

Hey there Ma whatís the matter Ma?


Words and Music: Robert Thomas / Stephen Dees
Copyright© 2012 Stephen Leslie Dees/Robert Thomas/BMI

 

Sugar Shop

I said hey, hey now baby.
Walking down the avenue
Wonít ya step this way, to my cafťí,
I got something special for you.  

Tastes sweeter than honey,
Chocolate cream cherry parfait
Wonít you kick off your shoes down in baton rogue?
Sample all my flavors today.  

What you want, is what you need
Iím your man tonight
Make your plans just you and me
Iíll make sure everythingís right.

Come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop
I got all the things you need, way below cost
Iím your sugar daddy, down in New Orleans,
Meet me after hours I will leave you the key
Come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop 

Hey now what you want, is what you need
Iím your man tonight
Make your plans just you and me
Iíll make sure everythingís right.  

Come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop
I got all the things you need, way below cost
Iím your sugar daddy, down in New Orleans,
Guaranteed to satisfy all of your needs
So come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop
Come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop
Come on pretty baby wonít you stop in my Sugar Shop 
 

Words and Music: Victor Wainwright, Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2005 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI

 

YeeHaw Junction

Instrumental

Music: Robert Thomas/Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2012 Robert Thomas/Stephen Leslie Dees/BMI
 

I'm a Freight Train

Iím a freight train, hear me rolliní down the line
Iím a freight train, hear me rolliní down the line
My kettle is a steaminí, straight ahead, right on time. 

Iím gonna roll. Roll you on my mighty wheel.
Iím gonna roll. Roll you on my mighty wheel.
Meet me at the station, come and ride my driviní steel.  

Iím a freight train, hear me rolliní down the line
Iím a freight train, hear me rolliní down the line
Get on board take a ride, guaranteed to satisfy! 

Iím a freight trainÖÖÖÖwooÖ.wooÖ 
 

Words and Music: Robert Thomas and Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2012 Robert Thomas/Stephen Leslie Dees/BMI

 

Daddy's Gone

Iím taking a train, Iím leaviní tonight
My old lady aint done me right
Now Iím gone, Iím movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone.  

Now Iím packin my bags, packin a gun
Breaking out child, Iím on the run
Now Iím gone, Iím movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone.
Get gone!

Headiní south on a midnight train
Canít take no more of your cheatiní game.
Now Iím gone, Iím movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone 

Iíve had enough of your dirty tricks
Iím puttiní you down you evil bitch.
Now Iím gone, Iím movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone.
Iím breakiní out! 

Start a new life make a new plan.
Get me a woman who wants a good man.
Iím gone, movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone.  

Roll big engine take me down the track
this old  boy ainít cominí back. 
Now Iím gone, Iím movin on.
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone
Donít look for me tonight, your loviní daddyís gone.
Iím Gone! 
 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2012 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/BMI



The Town Crier


I wanna tell ya bout my baby, she lives cross town,
She took me to the stars, now I'm laid out on the ground;
She was my sole desire, she set my body on fire,
and took me higher and higher, but now I'm the town crier
(great gosh almighty what's a poor boy to do?

You know I love that little girl, I loved her way too much,
every time I put it into high, she push in on the clutch; 
She was my sole desire, she set my body on fire,
and took me higher and higher, but now I'm the town crier
(let me cry 'awhile)

She was my sole desire, she set my body on fire,
and took me higher and higher, but now I'm the town crier
(let me cry 'awhile)

Higher and higher, higher and higher, higher and higher,
Higher and higher; she was my sole desire, now I'm the town crier;
Higher and higher, higher and higher...
I loved her so damn much, but she did me wrong,
she did me real wrong; and every time I think about  her, I think about that face,
I think about that warm body laying next to mine; all I can do is break down and cry,

She was my sole desire, now I'm the town crier; she took me higher and higher; great gosh almighty...
Lord knows I'm the Town.. Crier.   

Words and Music Robert Thomas/Bob Greenlee

 

It Aint Easy

It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
To see on the other side 

Satan is a creepiní around the corner
Heíll try to make you do the things you ainít oughtía
Promise you the world, but donít give in.
Turn around and run, donít let him win 

It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
To see on the other side 

You know theyíll come a time when you face the truth.
The choice is yours and only you can choose
If you live every day by the golden rule,
You can bet the promise land is waitiní for you 

It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
It aintí easy getting thru heavens door
To see on the other side 

Thereís only one path through Kingdoms door.
It donít matter if youíre rich or poor.
Money and power wonít mean a thing,
Thereís only one way for the bell to ring. 

You gotta love the Lord with all your heart and soul.
Heíll never leave you standingí in the cold.
Faith and loveís gonna set you free.
Walk through the door to eternity. 

You gotta pray to the Lord each and every night.
Donít stray from the path keep it in your sight.
Heaven is a waitiní around the bend
You can see the rays of light come shininí in.  

[chorus out] 

Words and Music: Robert Thomas/Stephen Dees
Copyright © 02/10/2012 Robert Thomas/Stephen Leslie Dees/BMI

 

 
   
   
 

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